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LOVE THOUGHTS OF THE WAR, 

COMPOSED BY 

Florence Hooper Tilghman Baker. 

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DURING THE WAR BETWEEN 

AMERICA AND SPAIN. 


IN THE YEAR 


1898. 



This war lasting three months, America seizing many 
Spanish vessels and prisoners, and entirely de- 
stroying two Spanish Fleets, one was destroy- 
ed at Manila Bay, May ist, 1898, by Com- 
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The other was destroyed at Santiago Bay, De Cuba, 
by Commodore Schley, now Rear Admiral, on July 
ist, 1898. Commander in Chief of the Army, 
President William McKinley. Not one 
of our vessels captured by the enemy 
Loss of life comparatively few 
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PREFAeE 


Mrs. Florence Hooper Tilghman Baker, presents to 
the public, her love thoughts to our brave soldier and 
sailor boys, who fought a war which the same was not 
fought for centuries, namely a righteous war. It seemed 
to the authoress during the war, as if these words floated 
ever before her; **The battle is God’s not ours.” and the 
outcome was just as any one could predict short, and 
gloriously successful. The authoress comes from a family 
of soldiers Generals Lloyd and Tench Tilghman of 
Maryland, and Sir Oswald Tilghman of England, who 
comes of a very old family whose ancestors date back 
further than the year looo. He came to America with 
Lord Baltimore to form a colony for the nobility, and 
never went back to England to live. General Lloyd 
Tilghman who fought during the Revolutionary war, 
built the Hermitage in the eastern part of Maryland. 
General Tench Tilghman fought during the Civil war, and 
when he was wounded and was carried under the peach 
tree where he passed away, it was claimed that the 
peaches turned a blood red ever after. ‘Tt is recorded in 
history.” 



The authoress is intensely patriotic, and has great love 
for the Army and Navy. Good deeds and Good thoughts, 
which the first four lines of the last piece of poetry of 
this book entitled. National Hymn show. 

I salute the dear flag, and my heart swells with love. 

For my thoughts they are warlike, yet .soft as the dove. 
Only warlike to hear one is cruel to another, 

And dovelike to shake hands and call you my brother. 




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In Memory of Commodore Per^y of the Flagship Lawrence^ Sept. loth, jSj j. 


Dedicated to Commodore Dewey and his Sailors, on the Flagship Olympia 

at Manilla, May ist, i8g8. 


Don’t give up the ship, either day or night, 

Was the cry they heard in the raidst of the fight. 

As the vessel rode, O’er the Ocean's v\^ave. 

Holding an Army that was strong and brave, 

Under the flag whose precious story, 

Spread o’er the World, who named it Old Glory, 

And now under that flag, we fight the same, 

We fought then on the Lawrence, 

We fight now for the Maine. 

As we think of the battles we fought and won, 

And of the brave deeds, our sailors have done. 

We look at our flag that won every fight, 

And we give three cheers with all our might, 

And we give three cheers and a hurrah and a hip. 

And don’t intend to give up the ship. 

We never turn traitor, we fight only for right. 

With the Star Spangled Banner and God for our might- 

So make up your minds that we mean what we gay. 

As we sail on our ship down New York Bay, 

With a hip, hip hurrah, and our flag we wave. 

We fight for America, the home of the brave. 









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These words with music can be bought at 
WENZLIK MUSIC SUPPLY CO. 17 EAST 1 6th St., NEW York 


Df'diratfd to Ihf Sotdiers and tiai/ors uf 
Thf United Slates ofAnierira. 

"MOTHER DEARMY COUNTRY CALLS MEV 


Arr, hv CH Hi S, HK AKTi)Rl FLORENCE HOOPER BAKER. 

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ChESE words with music can be bought at WENZLIK, 17 EAST 16th ST. 

NEW YORK. 


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Dedicated to all the Soldiers and Sailors who fought in the War 
between America and Spain., winning the greatest victory 
ever known in History. April to August i8g8. 


A boy was kneeling by his mother, 
He was leaving her and home, 

With sad heart she gave her blessing, 
For her son was soon to roam. 

Oh how fervently she pressed him, 

To her heart so sore and sad. 

And with tears her eyes grow dim, 

As she sees her soldier lad. 


CHORUS. 

Mother dear my Country calls me, 

Oh how happy do I go. 

All my thoughts and soul are with thee, 
Whilst Vm fighting gainst the foe. 


How the love thought of that Mother, 

Goes out to him day and night. 

She knows he’s living in God’s Kingdom, 
And he’s fighting for the right. 

Soon the wicked shall cease from troubling, 
Soon fair Cuba’s land shall rend. 

From the fetters that have bound her, 
Truth for her shall rise again. 


None can tell that loving mother. 

As she lives in this dear land. 

None can tell her, who will answer. 
When this Country dost command. 
Well she knows that call is answered. 
By ten hundred thousand strong, 
For America’s the only country. 

That knows how to right the wrong. 


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Dedicated to the yist Regiment at the Battle of San Juan Heights 
Santiago^ De Cuba^ July ist^ iSg8, also to Capt. Rafferty of Company F, 


At San Juan, July the first, 

There was an army of brave men, 

Amid the shots and shells that burst, 

And where the enemy was penned, 

There came a loud and urgent call. 

Forward men who'll follow me. 

In the fight where all may fall, 

Who will fight and victory see. 

Up the hill with shout and song. 

Amid the shots and shells that burst, 

Who won the honors in that mighty throng, 
We hear these words, the 71st. 


The song of the Star Spangled Banner bursts from their 

throats 

As they charge up the hill toward the enemy’s line, 
And the Star Spangled Banner on the breeze it floats. 
And the eyes of the 71st burn and shine. 

No thought of themselves but their country forever, 
Their bravery emblazons the whole world through, 

And though from their loved ones and dear ones they sever 
They fought for their country, for me and for you. 

Oh brave were the boys on San Juan hill. 

And brave were they all who fought with a will, 

But amid the shots and shells that burst. 

The World hears of the brave fight of the 71st. 




On ^ke cSattUdhip ^exad. 


Respectfully dedicated to Commodore Philip of the Battleship Texas ^ 
after the entire of Cerverd s fleet was annihilated, fuly^ i8g8^ 

On the Battleship Texas in the midst of the fight, 

Stood a man whose heart walked with God and the right. 
Unmindful of shells that burst round where he stands, 
His keen eye sweeps far o’er the sea, and o’er land. 

The fight rages hotly, how frightful the din. 

But the brave Capt. Philip is fighting to win. 

How the ship madly rushes with increasing speed. 

How the stokers below cram the boilers with feed, 
How the gunners brave arm gives the accurate aim. 

How everyone works toward the goal of fame. 


Now one ship is struck, and it sinks to its rest, 

With the Spaniards who sleep on kind Oceans’ breast. 
One ship, then another oh sad is the sight. 

But brave Capt. Philip is fighting for right. 

He’s fighting to free a nation that bowed. 

To a country so cruel that their hearts cried aloud. 
And the nation America heeded their cry. 

And an army and navy both drew nigh, 

And fought with the image of God in their thought. 

And freed them from bondage, and happiness wrought 

Now the battle is won, now the fight it is over, 
Everyman he is called from gunner to stoker, 

They come as they are, from the battle victorious. 

And stand on the deck, and the sight it is glorious, 
And brave Capt. Philip stood among his brave crew. 

And said bo}’s Pve won with God’s help and you. 

And he bares his grand head there’s a hush o’er the sea. 
As he says I beiive in God, t):e Father Almighty. 




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-K' Respectfully dedicated to President William McKinley^ Commander in 
I Chief of the War between America and Spain ^ May to August i8g8. 

Once upon a time this nation was a baby, 

It seemed unto itself so very weak, 
r Across the ocean was a nation mighty, 
r While we were suffering and were very weak; 
j And when that mighty nation brought their tea 
Unto these shores and said, ^^Your will is bent,^’ 

I Determined men they threw it in the sea. 

And it floated to the place where it was sent. 


iipori a time tkid ^^ation ivad a cSabtj 


And from across that ocean came an army, 

Who said, ^‘We’ll occupy your little land. 

We’ll break your will and conquer you forever, 

; And make you accede to our demand.’’ 

' They came and landed in great splendor. 

And spluttered and strutted up and down, 

■|Hut after we had mopped them with our dander, 
To the tune of ‘^Yankee Doodle” they left town. 


And now we’ve whipped another mighty nation, 
And swept them from the land and from the sea. 
The breath is being held by all creation, 

And it shivers in its boots at what might be. 

The nation that we whipped was cruelly wicked, 

Tt wouldn’t understand our humane ways at all, 
And so we put the chip upon our shoulder, 

And there it is, and never will it fall. 


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And go it'g been the same on land and ocean, 

There’s no one 3^et been able to whip us; 

And let me tell you now, which is forever. 

We never yet commenced with any fuss. 

From the beginning we all lived a peaceful life. 

With Avills determined as the hardest rock. 

We worshipped God and preached against all strife, 
But when we fought we gave the hardest knocks. 


So make up your minds, we are the nation. 

And we’ll conquer all the world if it needs be. 
We bow only to the Maker of Creation, 

Who rules over land and over sea. 

The chip on our shoulder we put there. 

Do you think you can move it from its place? 
We giye you all the chance to do and dare. 

We never stop at country or at race. 



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father, dear, we are the nation. 

And, yes, the country too. 

It beats the world and all creation, 

And it beats both me and you. 

To think we had the chip so long 
And dared the w^orld to move it. 

And w'ho’s the man in the mighty throng 
Who dared the world to move it? 

Protect the weak and right the wrong! 

Who is the man who dared and proved it?’’ 

‘‘My son, there’s only one, the people will tell thee. 

He is our proof, he is our strength, 

His name is George Dew*ey.” 


“But, father, will we have the world 
Then at our beck and call? 

Will we live to see that right is might 
A nd see the nation’s fail. 

And only those who fear our God , 

And live as we now do, 

To heal the sick, and feed the hungry, 

And be men strong and true?” 

“Yes, yes, my boy, we’ll conquer all the worlds in sight, 
And keep on fighting, son, 

Until there are no worlds to tight, 

Or thev’ll turn tail and run. 



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I'he Americans are coming, ho, ho, ho, ho! 

The Americans are coming, he, he, he, he! 

They listened to our tale of woe 
And made our suffering Cuba free. 

We saw the xVmericans meet the foe 
With inspiration for the right. 

The Spaniards saw^ defeat and woe. 

And the Americans conquered with their might. 
The Americans are coming, ho, ho, ho, ho! 

Tlie Americans are coming, he, he, he, he! 

They listened to our tale of woe 
and made our suffering Cuba free. 


If you- re oppressed by a cruel foe. 

Just tell them all your tale of w’oe. 

America's the country that’ll help you through, 
And never will that day you rue. 

^hist tell them that you must be free, 

And Uncle Sam your hand will wring. 

Ami he will say, ^^So shall it be, 

For that will be an easy thing.” 

The Americans are coming, ho, ho, ho, ho! 

The Americans are coming, he, he, he, he! 
They listened to our tale of woe 
And made our suffering Cuba free. 


Oh, hark! I hear the cannons roar. 

And through the streets one hears the cry. 

Hope springs up in our hearts once more, 

A nd we’re not doomed to starve and die. 

The A mericans have conquered our dread foe, 

And we extend to them our hand. 

We’ve ceased to cry our tale of wme, 

For they’ve wmn from the Spaniards our beauteous 
land. 

1iie Americans are coming, he, he, he, he! 

The Americans are coming, ho, ho, ho, ho! 

They’ve conquered our island and made us free 
From Spain, who was our cruel foe. 


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Dedicated to every Soldier and Sailor who fought in the war between 
America and Sfain, with such glorious results^ and in four months. 
The likes never before recorded in History, 


Back from tlie war, with its dust and grime; 

Back from the war at home; 
l^ack from their fighting -gainst sorrow and crime. 
May they never be called to roam. 

Cheerfully they gave their lives to the call, 

Only too willing to fight. 

Never a thought how many may fall; 

Only one thought toward the right. 

Never a thought of food or sleep. 

Deep in their trenches with gun in their hand, 
Face to face the Spaniards they meet. 

With only a mound of dirt and sand 
To show^ them an enemy is face to face. 

One fightingfor right, no matter for race. 


A country in sorrow^, they cry for our aid 
Many years did they fight for freedom. 

They fought in despair, every hope they see fade, 

And about lose all hope for that freedom, 

Till an inspired thought came to their tired brain, 

Call America, the land of the free. 

And the tears down their cheeks fall like the rain. 

There’s freedom for vou and for me. 

< ’an you tell me a time w hen a cry to that nation 
Was unheeded by brave men and true? 

Can anv one tell all over creation 
That thev earned not the red, white and blue? 

So w^hen Cuba was Aveary, almost gave up the fight. 
Footsore and heartsore and w^eak. 

So Aveary of fighting for home and right. 

They turned to us, so humble and meek. 

They asked us to show’^ them how^ to retain country and 
home, 

How^ to conquer a nation so cruel. 

How to keep all their people from washing to roam, 

IToav to shoAv that through loA^e we can rule. 


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So America asks tliat nation to give 
Up the land they were cruel to for years; 

To let the poor people in happiness live, 

And no one but God to fear. 

Our request was denied with derision and sneers, 

So we took up our arms for the fight. 

And men of all ages and those tender of years 
Went to show what it meant by right; 

Went to show what it meant when we asked them to 
cease 

From their cruelty and rule only through love. 

So we showed them that only through war weVl have 
peace, 

And asked for our help from above. 

So our brave boys went on over sea and by land, 

And the goal toward the end was in sight; 

Andthe war was commenced by a little band, 

Who fought and won every fight. 


■Twas the marines who fought in Guantanamo Bay, 
They left their great ships out at sea. 

And they fought continuously night and day. 

And long may their glory be. 

There wasnT a squadron which left our shore 
But sailed right on toward fame; 

There wasnT a sound of the gunners’ roar 
But showed their accurate aim. 

And when our army reached their shore. 

And the cry was ^^Follow me!” 

The rifies’ crack and the gunners’ roar 
Made every victory. 

Oh, sad the sight when they had to lay 
In a cramped and narrow space. 

They laid all night and they laid all day. 

And the rain fell o’er their face. 

Till it furrowed lines on their faces grand, 

And it made a halo round them. 

It circled round each little band, 

And it showed that victory crowned them. 


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And when their duty they had done, 

All covered wdth fame and glory, 

Their faces showed what they had done; 

It told a silent story. 

Each face, all battle scarred and brown, 

Heard the call, ^Trepare for home,’’ 

And through that band a cheer w ent round, 

Their soul had ceased to roam. 

The people welcomed them the first. 

Their eyes are sad and tearful; 

As they appear the thunders burst, 

Their march is slow and fearful. 

The people sob and cry and cheer; 

Blare all the trumpets, our heroes are here. 

Their loved ones are waiting to hear them bless’d; 
Then arms encircle them to home and rest. 



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Respectfully Dedicated to the tnemory of General Calixto Garcia, Patriot 
and Soldier, who gave his life a7id heart for his country, and through 
whoes untirhtg efforts were the fneans of freeing his country mefi and 
to the Cubans whose hearts beat loyal to the cause; also to General 
Maximo Gomez, through whose love for his Army, he is called 

the P'ather of his Country, 


Far from America, over the sea, 

Was an island where loving people dwelt; 

Was a people who wished so long to be free; 

And it was years that this longing was felt. 

They struggled and fought for their country so dear, 
They fought for their country and home. 

Their freedom they seek from a country they fear, 
For their loved ones in sorrow did roam. 

They struggle in vain, so they ask for our aid, 

And the message comes far over the foam, 

Their prayer is answered, all doubts they see fade. 
And the lone star is no longer alone. 


The lone star is no longer alone. 

Our country, it answered their call ; 

The message came over the foam 
And we made their dread enemy fall. 

Now their troubles are over we extend them our hand 
And it clasps the two lands o^er the foam. 

We give them their freedom, we give them their land. 
And no more from their country theyTl roam. 


Fair Cuba is free and we give them their home, 

We gave them all our dear ties. 

Their sorrows are over, no more will they roam, 
And their prayers to God rise, 

For the country who vanquished their terrible foe, 
Who gave their only and all. 

Their joy is unbounded, though they suffered so, 

To see their enemy fall. 

But who were the people, and where was the land. 
Who dared to stand fair Cuba’s friend? 

Who dared to answer the command 

To break the fetters and freedom send? 

Who but America would dare to fight 

A country of royalty and wealth and might? 

Who answered the call from over the foam 
So the lone star would not be alone? 


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Long, long years ago, this country was new; 

Only savages lived on its plane. 

The Grod that is known to me, and to you. 

Is the same God, and ever shall reign. 

A brave little band came over the sea. 

To fly persecution and error. 

Thy could not praise God — the story was told me, 

And they fled to this country in terror. 

They met these strange savages all over the land, 

But they lived in love and peace. 

And they rested in this beautiful land, 

And thought their contentions did cease, 

Until these God-fearing people found that God was not 
known 

To these poor savage people at all. 

And their homes were all broken and many had flown. 
And there w^ere wars, and many did fall. 


So it was always the same, in this country so dear. 

We have fought at all wars good and true. 

We were always alert when danger was near, 

And the fighting was for me and for you. 

Till the poor little slaves were introduced in the North, 
And we lived for a while in the dark, 

And what trouble we had, which our sin brought forth, 
And a still small voice said ^^HarkT’ 

We listened and found, it could not be so, 

So we quickl}^ swept out the dark sin. 

We showed the world we were not so low. 

For we obeyed the small voice within. 

But some dark mortals took the slaves to the South, 

Of the land that we fought for so dear, 

And they scourged their poor backs and manacled their 
mouths, 

Which made that sin to us too near. 

So we reasoned and tried to buv everv slave, 

Bv millions of monev to free them. 

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But they whipped them the more, and more did they rave, 
And still the grave bondage enslaved them. 


Till a terrible war broke out over the land, 

And a fierce battle was fought to free them. 

And the soldiers went out, yes, band after band. 

And for three years we fought to free them. 

But we were fighting with love, and God and might, 
And fierce every battle was fought. 

We fought for the slaves, we fought for the right, 

And. we fought with an inspired thought. 

Till every battle was fought, and we freed the poor slaves 
And we cleared all the land of that sin. 

But the South kept the enmity, they did- anger and rave. 
Until no love in their hearts dwelt within. 

So it went on for years, and we sorrowed at heart 
For what did we fight, but for love. 

And we lived far in sorrow, and we lived far apart. 

And we prayed long for their love from above. 

Till a war broke out in a land far away, 

Where there were slaves who were treated so cruel. 

And the fight it was stubborn, it seemed not a i*ay 
Of hope came to their tired souls. 


Till a cry to this country came to our quick ears, 

And we hastened and heard their sad call. 

And sent a sweet message to lessen their fears. 

And the fight, it is short, and few fall; 

But the war was successful and also victorious. 

Not a shadow of doubt passed the land 
But that the battle would be short and the ending glo- 
rious. 

And America sent out the band 
Of brave men and true, who fought the same fight 
To free the poor slaves in our land, ^ 

And, strange to say, the South saw the right. 

And gave us the friendly hand. 

Was it not beautiful, and the tears to our eyes 
Rise in thankfulness for the glad sight. 

To think that the thought in their hearts arise 
That God alw'ays triumphed o^er right. 

So our hands both clasp in brotherly love. 

And we stand with love for another. 

And we raise our eves to God above, 

And (!all each other brother. 











No enmity is between us any more, 

And our love for each other’s the same, 
And we raise the hag from shore to shore. 
And peace and harmony reign. 

This glorious country will fight the same. 
And war with one another. 

Until we move all baneful shame 
And call each other brother. 

And now all hands are clasped with love, 
And w^e stand over every effrontery, 
And with grateful hearts to God above, 
We live under one flag, one country. 





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Respectfully dedicated to Theodore Roosevelt Gove nor of New York^ 
elected through the gratitude of the people^ in remembrance of his 
brave fight at San Juan Heights^ Santiago^ De Cuba ^ July 
jst, i8g8, aided by his band of brave men, called 
The Rough Rider sT 


A war broke out between America and Spain; 

It was successful, it was glorious, and short. 

^ It started with the destruction of the battle ship Maine 
And our cannons gave the first report. 

Every chance that was given to the sailors at sea. 

To shout the battle cry, ‘^Remember the MaineT’ 
Made their accurate aim, and made Spaniards flee. 
And made the bullets fall like rain. 

On land was a man, with a small band, who gave 
Their all to their country, so dear. 

Every man was so true, every man was so brave. 

That they feared not, and drew so near 
To the enemy that their fighting made great dismay, 

For they never saw such a great fight. 

For through their ignorant brains they saw not a ray 
Of what the Americans know as right. 

At the head of this band stands a man whose life, 

Is blameless, and fearless and true. 

Who never sought war, but where war is through rife, 
He will fight to the knife, for you. 


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. At the San Juan fight, silhouette Against the sky, 

Almost at the top of the hill, 

Comes the thunderous order, every man draw nigh. 

And the command gives an inward thrill, 

And his fearless courage, aided by his brave men, 

Showed how courageous they were and true, 

And he aided this country to help Cuba rend 
From the fetters she held long years through. 

So when he came home. Uncle Sam took his hand. 

^Well, done, my brave boy; yes, well done; 

My gratitude to you and your brave little band. 

What office can I give you to run?^’ 

So he answered the roll of the Governor’s call. 

And bravely he fought it through. 

And the world shouts with glee, for it just suits them, 
For he’s the man for the red, white and blue. 

And when this office he’s through, he will come out as 
true. 

And this I predict to you all. 

That we’ve one honor more, to give before we’re through, 
And he will answer the President’s call. 



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Dedicated to all the brave stokers^ and those whose work was belorv 
deck on the American Ships, that were in service during the 
war betiveen America and Spain, April-Atfgust iSgS. 


There is a brave band of men that few think about. 

And I’m here now to help honor them. 

They aided poor Cuba and helped them to route 
The enemy, and the great ships to hem 
In the fleet that were in the deep bay 
Of the country where our ships stood at sea. 

We watched all the shores, through the night and all day. 

Oh, where can the enemy be? 

This brave crew of men do not fight in our sight. 

But they fight the same neck to neck. 

And their love for their country, their God and its right 
Is the same as those on the deck. 

P^ach call it is sacred, and the}^ stand to that call, 

And they work below in the dark. 

The heat it is furious and many do fall, 

When they hear the order, ‘^Hark, 

The enemy’s coming. Now, boys, do your best. 

Cram your boilers, for we’re after them all.'’ 


And they fearfully work and think not of rest. 

And through the heat they’re overcome, and some fall. 
But others take their places, with hearts good and true. 
And they fill the boilers with love 
P"or their country and home, as they toss o’er the wave. 
For they’re as brave as the sailors above. 

How their hearts beat and throb with patriotic pride 
As the proud ship rides over the foam. 

And their bravery is known on every side 
Of the world and to their loved homes. 

And when the time comes and honors are due 
I want to say right here and now 
To every brave soldier and sailor and you 
That in gratitude to them we bow. 

For if it wasn’t for them how could the ships ride at sea. 
And how could the ships fight at all? 

But we know them with love; long may their happi- 
ness be, 

And they answer the honor’s roll call. 


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Deduated to the Colored Cavalry^ in remembrance of their brave fight 
at San Juan Heis^htSy July i 2 thy i8g8y through whose wonderful 
fighting 2 vas the means of saving a great number of 

our soldiers lives. 


1 know not who they are, but they fought just the same. 
And they fought like demons, as the bullets fell like rain, 
And if it wasn’t for them and their brave little band 
1 was told that almost all would have been swept from 
the land. 

I was told that they fought with a sword in each hand, 
This brave colored regiment, this brave little band. 

They heard not an order, for they were fighting to win, 
While they were in the midst of the battle, the confusion 
and din. 

They fight with a fierceness, they fight with a will. 

And they fight just like demons as they go up the hill, 

As they charge up the heights of San Juan fame. 

Where the bullets are falling as thick as the rain. 

And praises are sung all over the land 

For this brave colored regiment, this brave little band. 


Our brave boys of blue and our brave boys of gray 
They fought in the trenches all night and all day 
In brother! V love and all shared the same, 

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Till all w on the good fight, and covered with fame 
The colored regiment came home and they live in our 
hearts, 

And we think of their brave deed and say ere we part 
That they earned the brave title ^^Our nation’s pride,” 
For they fought nobly, with every one, side by side, 

As the fight raged so hotly and they in the thickest of all 
Spring x>ast their comrades, as around them they fall 
They are never forgotten. We’ve a statue of fame, 

A nd we carve with our love each soldier’s name. 

And among the names that we see all over the land 
Kelong to the colored regiment, the brave little band. 





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To our fallen Heroes^ w/io fell during the war between 

America and Spain. 


Hush! Our heroes sleep. They are not dead. 

1'hey cannot die. They live. 

There is no death. Our Saviour said, 

‘‘ 'Tis peace and life I give.’’ 

No greater love hath he who’ll give 
His life to friend and brother ; 

WTio gives his love so they who live 
May greet and love each other. 

Our lieroes gave what we value best; 

‘Twas love for friend and brother; 

’Twas love for their country, on which they rest. 

Oh, why not love each other? 

No matter if the heart is worn, 

And from their loved they sever; 

No matter how thev’re shot and torn, 

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H igh up above, on the statue of fame, 

We see them stand in glory. 

And oil, how deep we carve their names 
And spread to all the story. 


W'e know full well what they went through; 

We love to hear the story. 

’Tis bitter sweet for all and you, 

Thev’re crowned with fame and glorv. 

So glad are they to end all strife, 

That gallant soldier band; 

So glad there is an end to rife, 

Tliey sleep for this dear land. 

Oh, can you tell me, friends and all, 

Could they do a nobler thing, 

'riian meet a cruel foe and fall. 

Then shout, a victory bring? 
tVe owe them now, and we’ll owe forever. 
For we never can repay. 

All is in vain, nor can endeavor 
Hring to us that day. 

Then high up, yes to the top of fame. 

We see them plainly stand. 

We bow the head, say soft the name 
Through them Ave own the land. 


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Cubay Porto Rico and the Philippines. 


This flag that 1 hold 1 use only for right, 

With you for my brother and God for my might. 

My country comes first, it protects my dear home, 

And here will I stay, for no longer I roam. 

The God that is over the wicked and just. 

Through Him alPs eternal, all else it is dust. 

My love is for you and your love is for me. 

For this flag that 1 hold waves o’er land and o’er sea, 

For those who do right and allow no one wronged, 

And I’m happy to know that I join the great throng. 

1 salute the dear flag, and my heart swells with love. 

For my thoughts they are warlike, yet soft as the dove. 
Only warlike to hear one is cruel to another, 
vVnd dovelike to shake hands and call you my brother. 
The stripes are the conflicts that others gave you. 

The stars are the thoughts of the heavens so true. 

And the flag that I hold is the old and the new. 

Hurrah for the colors, the red, white and blue! 

And my life I pledge here, before all and before you, 

God only is first, then the red, white and blue. 

1 take the oath of allegiance and extend you my hand. 

My protection I give to all o’er the land. 

My life will be noble, I give brotherly love. 

And know that through truth comes my help from above. 
All things are forgotten and peace sings with me. 

For we all stand together in this land of the free, 

The nation America helped us to rend 

From our enemies, and showed us that truth rose again. 

And our praises we sing for that nation so true, 

And in thankfulness we wave our red, white and blue. 




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